The Crooked Trail to Holbrook

The Crooked Trail to Holbrook

Come all you jolly cowboys that follow bronco steer
I’ll sing to you a verse or two your spirits for to cheer
It’s all about a trip a trip that I did undergo
On that crooked trail to Holbrook in Arizona oh.

It’s on the seventeenth of February our herd it started out
It would have made your hearts shudder to hear them bawl and shout
As will as any buffalo that ever rode the Platte
Those dogies we were driving and every one was fat.

We crossed the Mescal Mountains on the way to Gilson Flats
And when we got to Gilson Flats Lord how the wind did blow
It blew so hard it blew so fierce we knew not where to go
But our spirits never failed us as onward we did go
On that crooked trail to Holbrook in Arizona oh.

That night we had a stampede Christ how the cattle run
We made it to our horses I tell you we had no fun
Over the prickly pear and catclaw brush we quickly made our way
We thought of our long journey and the girls we’d left one day.

It’s long by Sombserva we slowly punched along
While each and every puncher would sing a hearty song
To cheer up his comrade as onward we did go
On that crooked trail to Holbrook in Arizona oh.

We crossed the Mongollen Mountains where the tall pines do grow
Grass grows in abundance and rippling streams do flow
Our packs were always turning of course our gain was slow
On that crooked trail to Holbrook in Arizona oh.

At last we got to Holbrook a little gale did blow
It blew up sand and pebble stones and it didn’t blow them slow
We had to drink the water from that muddle little stream
And swallowed a peck of dirt when we tried to eat a bean.

But the cattle now are shipped and homeward we are bound
With a lot of as tired horses as ever could be found
Across the reservation no danger did we fear
But thought of wives and sweethearts and the ones we love so dear.

Now e are back in Globe City our friendship there to share
Here’s luck to every puncher that follows the bronco steer.